Chapter 2:Kaiya,The Flame
I lay in bed that night,the last night I and my twin would have to spend in this dump, maybe the next person to live here will give it the woman's touch it needs, and give it another paint job,the pealing blue paint looked disgusting out here in the woods. My sister's a wild type of person, she allows all the pain to become a part of her. She's always ready to fight, she'll never run from her problems. I'm different, I acidently cut myself in practic, I'll cry,I'll fight the pain. I'm never ready to fight, I'll run away from my problems. I'm not wild,but maybe insane. I'm sweet and inocent (mostly),where she's hard core and dangorus, I'm a flame,she's a storm. I looked up as I heard the sound of a sword coming out of it's sheath, just before the chrashing boom of thunder. I smile as I heard my sister start her strokes. We had been to so many foster homes, 5 years ago we ran away from our last. We don't know our last name, our mother died giving birth and our father was never known, our mother didn't even know his name, she had gone to a bar to celabrate graduation with her friends and got drunk, all she could remember was that she woke up in a hotel room and knew, by instinct, that she was pregnet. When I and my twin turned 5 strange things started to happen, all things we'll remember. I sighed and drifted off.
I lay in bed that night,the last night I and my twin would have to spend in this dump, maybe the next person to live here will give it the woman's touch it needs, and give it another paint job,the pealing blue paint looked disgusting out here in the woods. My sister's a wild type of person, she allows all the pain to become a part of her. She's always ready to fight, she'll never run from her problems. I'm different, I acidently cut myself in practic, I'll cry,I'll fight the pain. I'm never ready to fight, I'll run away from my problems. I'm not wild,but maybe insane. I'm sweet and inocent (mostly),where she's hard core and dangorus, I'm a flame,she's a storm. I looked up as I heard the sound of a sword coming out of it's sheath, just before the chrashing boom of thunder. I smile as I heard my sister start her strokes. We had been to so many foster homes, 5 years ago we ran away from our last. We don't know our last name, our mother died giving birth and our father was never known, our mother didn't even know his name, she had gone to a bar to celabrate graduation with her friends and got drunk, all she could remember was that she woke up in a hotel room and knew, by instinct, that she was pregnet. When I and my twin turned 5 strange things started to happen, all things we'll remember. I sighed and drifted off.